Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 371: You are a tool

4:00 p.m..

After Bonnie changed into a simple sports outfit, she drove to the kindergarten with the intention of picking up the four little ones and taking them home.

But just as she arrived at the kindergarten door, she saw an unexpected visitor.

If not Charles, who else?

Thinking about the last time Charles came to cheat money without success, Bonnie's heart unconsciously pinched a sweat.

After all, this man is not likely to migrate his anger to the child ah.

Thinking, Bonnie hurried up to him, "Cousin uncle, what are you doing here?"

"What brings you here?" Charles was also quite surprised to see Bonnie appear.

But this amazement quickly converged a clean, completely unnoticeable.

He explained very calmly, "I haven't seen little Joanna for a long time, and I happened to buy a little pastry, so I thought I'd take it to her."

With that, Charles took out a beautifully wrapped bamboo gift box and waved it in front of Bonnie.

The gift box was also stamped with the three words of Zhunanji, a particularly famous pastry store in Willisto, in gold.

After a pause, Charles deliberately raised his eyebrows again, "What's wrong, do you suspect me of poisoning it again?"

"I certainly didn't suspect my cousin's uncle." Bonnie compensated with a fake smile.

"No better, but if there is, you can't do anything to me, after all, you don't even have the evidence, everything is just a bloody mouth." Charles said in a sharp tone. Bonnie hmmmed and didn't say anything.

She didn't replace any evidence last time, so she was indeed justified, so she wasn't going to argue with Charles.

There is no point.

But to be honest, she actually rejected Charles and the box of pastries in her heart, although they didn't replace any evidence from Charles last time something happened to Erika. But Charles, a man she has disliked since long, long ago, in particular.

This is probably the sixth sense of women.

But where the sixth sense does not like the person, even with his things, will subconsciously reject the resistance.

As I was thinking about it, the children from the kindergarten came out holding hands.

The little ones were especially disciplined, even though they were anxious to go out to their parents, they lined up obediently and waited for the teacher to read their names before going out. And Erika and the others, as the last ones to come in, naturally went to the end of the line.

Usually it takes at least half an hour from the start of school to receive the four little ones.

Bonnie is used to it, and after waving at the four youngsters from afar, she went to replace an empty space nearby and waited.

But Charles was particularly anxious and brutally pushed all the parents in front of him away, "I'm here to pick up my niece and nephew, Joanna."

The teacher couldn't help but frown, "This parent, could you please be patient? We have to come in order, little Joanna and the others are at the back."

"Do you know who I am? And talk to me about order?" Charles was full of condescension, "Hurry up and bring out the child, I still have business."

"If you have something to do, go ahead, I see little Joanna's mommy is here too, her mommy can pick up the kids." The teacher still spoke in a very good-natured way.

But Charles was even more annoyed when he thought of his last failed attempt to borrow money.

"What mommy, just a stepmother, no, she is not even a stepmother, at most a woman in the Grant family to warm the bed, and I am different, I am a real uncle!"

Charles puffed out his chest in triumph, and the words that came out stung like nothing else.

And as soon as this was said, those parents around who knew Bonnie, all began to look over with complicated eyes.

"She's just the woman who warms the bed? I thought the one who came last time was the husband."

"Tch, it looks like it should be nameless and unattributed, what's the figure?"

"Figure money, look at the few little ones she brought, wearing all the brand names, especially the two little boys, can wear custom models of children's green water ghost, the daddy must be very rich." "For money to be someone else's stepmother, then if I were richer, wouldn't she be able to come and give me ....... heh heh heh."